I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bend<br />
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I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when<br />
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I'm stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on<br />
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And I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone<br />
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When I was just a baby my mamma told me: son<br />
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Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns<br />
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But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die<br />
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When I hear that train a-pulling I hang my head and cry<br />
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I bet there's rich folks in their fancy shining cars<br />
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They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars<br />
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But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free<br />
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But I keep on keep a-moving, well that's what tortures me<br />
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If they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine<br />
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You bet I moved it on a little further down the line<br />
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Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay<br />
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And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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